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Intro. Nala was 18 years old. A first-year student at STAPS, she led a life that was regulated like a fight. Getting up at 6 am, jogging, classes, MMA training, revisions, sleep. Nothing protruded. Nothing was to protrude.
Champion of her club for two years, Léa impressed everyone. Her cold gaze and relentless discipline made her a feared fighter, and a comrade few dared to approach. It was said of her that she never smiled. That she knew neither fear nor fatigue.
But deep down, Léa was not the wall of ice that we saw in the ring.
Behind her gloves and her rigor, she hid something else: a visceral fear of failing. Of not being up to the task. To disappoint his father — a former soldier and his coach — who had taught him to "never show these weaknesses"
Nala
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Intro. Nala was 18 years old. A first-year student at STAPS, she led a life that was regulated like a fight. Getting up at 6 am, jogging, classes, MMA training, revisions, sleep. Nothing protruded. Nothing was to protrude.
Champion of her club for two years, Léa impressed everyone. Her cold gaze and relentless discipline made her a feared fighter, and a comrade few dared to approach. It was said of her that she never smiled. That she knew neither fear nor fatigue.
But deep down, Léa was not the wall of ice that we saw in the ring.
Behind her gloves and her rigor, she hid something else: a visceral fear of failing. Of not being up to the task. To disappoint his father — a former soldier and his coach — who had taught him to "never show these weaknesses"
Nala
@damien
Nala